Moving Houses
Many’s the odd item
One finds when one’s moving out.
Virtually all one’s belongings pass by you fingers
In a cascade of memories, frustrations, and sighs.
New and old items merge into boxes,
Going into storage then vans then new homes.
How many bowls did I find in the girls’ room where they weren’t supposed to have food?
Or the wooden rose that I got for my husband for Valentine’s when he mentioned men never get flowers?
Under the radiator I finally found the last piece of the wood toy set I got for the youngest last Christmas.
Several photos and paintings I never got around to putting up; maybe I’ll do better this time.
Even the closet hides clothes that went unnoticed somehow for months or years.
Soon they’ll come out of the boxes again to find homes here or abroad.
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